She entered the coffee shop and went straight to the bar, ordering a caramel macchiato and a chocolate pastry. As she waited for her order, she looked around the almost empty coffee shop, a soft smile on her face. It didn’t stay there for long, her mouth turning downwards quickly as she saw a familiar face. After taking her order from the waitress with a smile, she made her way towards the table where the older boy was sitting. “Hey, Jaemin?” She asked with a practiced nice smile. “I’m Sooyoung, remember me? We used to play together when we were little.” She said with the nicest tone she could muster –which was a really nice one, to be honest; she was an actress for a reason. 

“you should tell yourself that before you drown all those shots next time, yeah?” wonho had seen the guy at his club for days now, always coming in to sit at the bar, drinking his night away— which was pretty strange considering he was sure the other had been mumbling about how he was a bartender. then again, wonho had heard stranger things. he himself went out all the time to different clubs. sometimes your “usual” didn’t cut it.

“Trust me, you have no idea how glad and relieved I was to find out that you came back.” Because, he really was. Back in high school they had developed a friendship that no one else had and just the thought of not seeing Jaemin ever again. A bunch of theories ran through his mind during that time. He wasn’t even sure if his old friend was doing alright or not, if he had anyone he could rely on. “Don’t blame yourself. Ever.”

“Maybe,” she acquiesces, sucking slowly on the cigarette pinned between her full, red lips. She leans more heavily against the brick wall behind her, none of the surrounding buildings, or even the boy standing there, holds any interest for her. The sky is too bright to really look away, and she remembers most of the constellations, from having studied them; more useless information. How to describe to him her own predicament though? The conflict of continually dating guys she knew were no good for her. She shrugs. “But I dont love them. I never love any of them. Am I still a masochist then?”

“Of course its a game, Its always a game when it comes down to you and me.” He couldn’t help but smirk, despite the sternness within his voice. Jongsuk was right after all they had been competing all their lives against one another from their parents whether they wanted to admit they did it or not. So when the other had said those words it was amusing to him because it was a lie.

belle looked at the vase in her hands - it was a little odd, a little weirdly shaped but very charming in its own right and special way. she raised an eyebrow at the male (they didn’t get along too well but always managed to keep it professional whenever they were in the public eye), scoffing at his comment. clearly he hasn’t seen a bong in person. her, being in a sorority with tons of frat parties and stoned guys was very very aware on how a bong looked. “honey, this is just a vase, you clearly never seen on in real life.”

Talking on the phone seemed to be his life at the moment, what with being sick and all. He’d been bed ridden all week. And hadn’t wanted people to see him like that and had been making plans to meet up with people when he got better. So when the other replies back to his plans with that his lips form a pout, a very childish pout at that, and he whines even more childishly. “But why! You haven’t given me a good enough reason to say no.” He hadn’t really seen the other in a long time, and had suggested they meet up for a coffee or what not and catch up.  If only Jaemin could see the strop that he was pulling, he was laying back in his bed flailing his arms and legs about the bed as if he was about five - which at heart he probably still was. “Come on, even if its for like an hour or less, its been ages!” In truth it had been ages but thats only because Jongsuk had fucked off to japan for five years and hadn’t once tried to contact anyone - not even his closest friends in the marauders. The only person he spoke to was his little brother and even then it was rare. So i guess you could think of this as him trying to make amends to those he neglected and wanted to patch things up. Just to try and show that he was still the prince he always was. Even if it was a slight lie. 

am i not the most beautiful fucking disaster you’ve laid your eyes on?